Women Aren't Nags—We're Just Fed Up
I am happily single at the moment honestly because I see the stress my friends with boyfriends and husbands have and… I just don’t have time for that nonsense. Am I saying I will be single for life? No but I’d really like to find the man that takes away a good amount of stress in my life instead of adds to it. I don’t want to nag anyone but if you can’t get something into your head five times over and still hurt me or make my life more stressful because you clearly just don’t care enough? Nah, I’m good. Love can blind us sometimes so I’ll just enjoy my me time over here.
I am the stars made flesh.
I have the ocean in my veins and the moon within my soul.
~ Marjolijn Ashara
“Her breath is like honey spiced with cloves, her mouth delicious as a ripened mango. To press kisses on her skin is to taste the lotus, the deep cave of her navel hides a store of spices. What pleasure lies beyond, the tongue knows, but cannot speak of it.”—
“Aphrodite: a memoir of the senses” by Isabelle Allende
“a plant may grow until the walls of its home push against its roots. so sometimes, it is necessary to replant- to uproot entirely, and hope for a fresh start. not every home will foster growth in the same way, when you feel yourself outgrowing your place in life- uproot, replant, and let yourself grow.”— do not constrain yourself |(morsus engel)|
“And if you questioned me as to what kind of flower blooms inside my chest, I’d ask you, “where do you see a garden in me?” I am made of seeds that never sprouted. I am a drought that never stops leeching. I bring the rainstorms that drown my own saplings. I grow nothing beautiful here. I will only destroy it.”— loaded question // Haley Hendrick
“bloom beautifully dangerously loudly bloom softly however you need just bloom”— Rupi Kaur, from milk and honey
Let me tell you a little story about “the one”. Darling, they’ll reach into the deepest, darkest parts of your soul. You’ll take them to the treacherous parts of you, no one had ever dared to see before. You’ll do this because this is “the one”. That smile, man that smile. Those eyes are going to melt you down to your very core but what you don’t see is how they’ll allow you to fall through the cracks of their finger tips. They won’t blink twice as they turn their backs & leave you in the center of a Winter storm. Darling, you’ll spend night after night howling for them, for their love. You’ll grip your sheets, you’ll kick, you’ll scream. Pounding your fists against your skull, anything to make their memory go away. You’re going to feel as if no one will ever understand the hollowness growing in your chest. Darling, let them go. Rip, burn, throw, those photos. The love letters. Allow me to remind you, that you’re worth isn’t defined by their choices to walk away. God, please believe that I can’t stress this enough. You were a sweet cup of morning coffee, but you never satisfied because they preferred tea. You’re a blooming rose, but that was never enough because they preferred daisies. Every tick of the clock is another moment where you & you alone have MADE it. Darling, go outside and walk, walk alone. Write pages of poetry until your knuckles crack from gripping the pen. Go ahead, call your friends & tell them you need a night out. Buy yourself a new bra & panty they’ll never see you in, let’s face it. They don’t deserve that treasure, no matter how many times they’ll call you at 2am when they’re alone in bed and missing your lips. Darling, you’ll survive. Darling, you’ll be okay.
K.C
“I said to the sun, ‘Tell me about the big bang.’ The sun said, ‘it hurts to become.’”— Andrea Gibson